Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (50 page)

He’s playing the belligerent suspect a little too well. Her temper flares as her cheeks heat. I’m

sure she’s used to feeling more in control. Hale’s too hot to let a girl think straight.
Welcome to my

world, bitch.

Her eyes burn with anger, and she smirks more before he suddenly grips his side, instantly

writhing in pain. His face distorts, forcing me to wince.

Oh crap.

“What the fuck?” he strains out.

“Tell me,” she growls, and Hale slides to the floor, his pain becoming all the more pronounced as

he curls into a ball.

“Charman,” he grunts under duress.

She dusts her hands off very smugly, releasing him from her hold. When she struts by me, I taste

the triumph she has started celebrating too soon. My stern tone halts her cocky stalk.

“Tell me the three things you did wrong,” I demand.

I love being a bitch.

“Excuse me,” the bratty girl scoffs, a derisive snort following behind.

“Watch how you address your superiors,” Hale warns while slowly standing back up.

“Sorry, Mrs. Crush,” she says very humbly, her eyes lowering to the ground like a child in

trouble.

“It’s
Ms
. Crush, and I’m still waiting on an answer,” I say without cracking the grin I want to.

Hale starts smirking despite his attempt to suppress it. He enjoys hazing the new ones as well.

Clay rolls his eyes at our amusement, but I can tell he’s having a bit of fun as well, despite his very

obvious attempt to look disapproving.

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Crush, but I got the name we were looking for. You said anything goes, so

I’m not sure what you’re looking for,” she says with stupefied bewilderment.

“Let me educate you,” I tartly remark. “You don’t walk into a room and exert your dominance by

inflicting pain. You need them to want to talk to you. You have to own the suspect. The first thing

you did wrong was use your gift. Your gift should never be displayed to anyone without top level

security clearance. Anyone else that sees it should be in a body bag by the time you finish up. Now

your suspect lives, and he’ll go tell everyone the gift you possess. They’ll prepare for you, and you’ll

lose your edge.”

She lowers her eyes again to hide her embarrassment, but I’m not through berating her just yet.

“The second thing you did wrong was force your suspect into a state of frenzy. If you do your job

right, then you get the right name. If you try to force a name out the way you did, then you have

someone pissed off and ready to shut you down. You didn’t gauge his eyes, his body language, or his

reaction to the name. It was a lie - a false, made-up name to hinder your quest. Now you’ve wasted

precious time and valuable resources on a dead end because your arrogance interfered,” I scold, and

her eyes lower all the more - her body begging to sink beneath the floor.

“And the third?” she asks curiously, not looking up.

In a blink, Hale blurs across the wall to rip her from her slouched stance. He slings her against

the wall to cause a crack in the structure, and her eyes widen in sheer terror as she stares down into the

unforgiving eyes of her assailant.

“You didn’t secure your suspect,” I murmur with a cocky smirk.

Hale drops her to the ground, and then he walks back over to the other side of the table to take his

seat for the next student. His feet prop up on the table, his hands slide up to rest behind his head, and

his eyes wait expectantly on mine to meet them.

“Now that I have your attention, I’ll demonstrate the proper way to interrogate a suspect. From

now on, don’t think you know more than I do. As you can see, this isn’t class time out here. Most all

of the beings that sit on the other side of that table are skilled, merciless, and they’re just waiting for

you to mess up.

“If you plan on being an interrogator, then you have to keep your eyes open at all times. This

room opens up the secrets we need. This room carries more weight than you realize, and this room

could be the answer to stopping or starting a war at any moment. Understood?”

They all salute me in unison, and then Hale grins even more upon hearing my dominating tone. I

resist the urge to roll my eyes at his incorrigible behavior before turning back to the seven far more

attentive students.

“I don’t do well with a visible audience. Go stand with Commander Jude behind the glass, and

don’t do anything but watch.” I instruct, and Hale’s eyes dance menacingly.

“Would it be too easy if I said I was hot for teacher?” he says mischievously, his salacious grin

only growing.

“Yes. It would,” I grumble.

This is going to be harder than I thought. Why am I doing this with him? I know better. I should

get Clay. Damn you, Hale Banner!

“The first thing you need to know is your suspect’s biggest weakness. With full bloods, it’s the

vein. The drink they need from the vein outweighs almost any other desire. With humans it’s the

chance of immortality. If you tell a full blood they can drink from a vein, you had better sell it to the

point they can’t turn you down. If a human wants immortality, then they have to have the right gene

for the venom to work. Otherwise, they’ll become the infected instead of the immortal, and then

you’ll be the one to have to put them down,” I murmur very authoritatively.

Hale leans back in his seat while taking in my very assertive instructions.

“And what do you do when it’s our kind?” he interjects with a daring tone.

I offer a wry smile while strutting toward him like a vixen on a mission. Very slowly, I pull off

the blazer that has been hiding my very slinky shirt that drapes dangerously low once I undo the top

two buttons.

His eyes grow wide when I let my hair down and toss my jacket to the chair while pulling my

handcuffs out of the pocket.

“With our kind,” I murmur with pause to add suspense, “you have to find out what they enjoy the

most. Is it food, kinky sex, or a dirty, scandalous blood fuck,” I crudely remark, and I can see Hale’s

humor fading as he squirms beneath my very light eyes staring fearlessly into his as if he’s my prey.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

My menacing smile grows darker as the games get closer to starting. I step over to him to cuff

his hands to the protruding posts designed for restraining. The touch of skin on skin still sends that

unwelcome shiver, but I brush it off before he notices my reaction.

“This feels like our third date,” he seduces when I secure the cuff into place.

I almost feel flustered now that he has said such a personal remark in front of so many, but I’ll

pay him back for his slip up when I humiliate him in front of everyone. I refrain from looking into the

eyes that are burning down at me while I cuff his second hand. That stupid, unbidden fire that courses

through me with one accidental graze of his skin is almost painful this time - a longing within me

growing, growling, and begging me to straddle him right now.

“With hybrids, you have to use whatever their strongest desire to seduce a confession or valid

information,” I say to the very silent students on the other side of the glass.

I sit down on top of the table to be in front of Hale, and my feet dangle just in front of his pants

that seem to be fitting a little tighter, making his arousal apparent.

“Normally I use blade cutting cuffs lined with uranium, but since I don’t want to leave my ex

handless, I’ll just stick with the reinforced steel cuffs for this friendly demonstration,” I explain, and

his devious grin grows.

“Now what?” he smolders, and I lean over to be just inches from his lips, keeping mine just out of

his reach.

“Now we look for your weakness to extort,” I murmur softly, hypnotically… the way he likes my

tone to be when I’m seducing him. My shirt falls open a little more to reveal the spot between my

neck and shoulder - the spot where his blood bringers constantly broke the surface.

He frowns when he sees the cruel game I’m playing. His body stiffens, and he leans back to

escape the scent I know I have to be exuding right now… my scent - the hybrid scent of lust.

“I don’t think this is fair. You know your suspect’s weaknesses a little too well,” he grumbles,

and he stares at the place he once bled me from before taking me in the most surreal, mind-blowing

ways.

His breath hitches, but he can’t look away. I can feel his desire to take me here and now. I can

taste his desire through his rasp breaths that are growing coarser by the second.

“Then you manipulate their lust for their coveted choice, and you find your answer,” I murmur

very softly while staring into the entrapping eyes.

“How do you do that?” a voice says through the glass, and I smirk when I hear Clay.

“I told you not to ask questions. Araya has always been a bigger fan of show than tell,” he

admonishes.

I climb down to straddle Hale’s lap. He exhales slowly, his lips tightening as I go in for the first

bit of the ploy - playing with my prey before going for the kill. His neck is inches from my lips, and I

intentionally let the heat from my breath stroke it.

His breath hitches again upon my sudden descent, and I feel the desire he has for me begging to

burst free from his pants. With a slow caress, my hands begin to run up and down his chest, drawing

out the moment of allure. I rip his shirt open to reveal his incredible body, and it’s all I can do to stay

with this charade now.

His golden abs and toned chest shine under the dim lights of the cold room, and I feel my

temperature rising from its normal temperature - one hundred and five degrees - to at least one

hundred and ten A sizzling sound emerges to remind me I ’m overheating. His temperature rises too,

making his clothes start to singe.

“This isn’t fair,” he whispers in a nearly muted tone.

“I’ve never played fair in this room,” I say with an enigmatic smirk, and he shows the excited fear

in his eyes as I lean over to let my lips graze his chest.

His hands try to move, the steel cuffs rattling against the metal of the poles as he does.

“Damn it,” he groans, and I smirk against his chest as my lips trail up to be just below his

collarbone - the place I bled him most.

My blood bringers unsheathe and graze against the pressure point I know gets to him, and he

almost gasps for air when I threaten to break the skin. Very teasingly, I pull back and move to my

second favorite spot on his shoulder, and again my teeth bear down just enough to threaten his strong,

almost impenetrable skin - our sharp blood bringers being one of the few things strong enough to offer

penetration.

“Oh, this is torture,” he exasperates in a tormented tone.

His lips seek mine, and I pull back to be just out of reach again.

“I need the name,” I smolder out.

I see him wanting to cave. His eyes tell the truth, his secret barely hanging on.

“I don’t think so, Ms. Crush. You’ll have to work harder than that,” he mocks, but I can hear the

shakiness in his tone he’s trying to mask with confidence.

My lips scale down his neck again and back to his chest to bear down once more. I press too hard

and a small drizzle of blood expels from his chest. I pull back instantly before the taste enters my

mouth. The erotic trickling taunts me, and I almost feel compelled to end the game that has promised

to go awry.

Fuck. That could have been so, so, so bad.

His eyes burn with excitement, danger, and desire as the warm stream trails his chest. I hear the

impossible snapping of the strong metal, and suddenly I’m on my back against the table as his soft,

supple, amazingly perfect lips engulf mine.

I taste the pent up frustration from three years pouring into my mouth, and my hands grip the

back of his neck to pull him even closer. My blood bringers retract, but his threaten to emerge from

their sheathe to rush the finale that can’t happen.

His erection grinds between my legs, and it’s ungodly tempting to just fuck him here and now

despite all of the eyes on us waiting for me to show them how to grill a suspect. Instead they’re

getting a lesson in Araya and Hale - the fucked up hybrid counters.

I finally break free from the kiss, and then I push the panic button strapped to the bracelet on my

wrist. Just like in our interrogation room, the restraints emerge from the wall and wrap him up to pull

him off me. His head flops back in defeat, slightly thudding the wall behind him, when he feels the

numerous chains holding him back.

“Damn tease,” he whispers.

I force a smirk, one of composure, triumph, and control, but in all reality, I’m feeling just as

teased as he is.

Damn it. I wish Brazen was here to bring me back to sanity.

“I’ve only begun to tease you,” I mock, and my teeth graze the side of his chest that doesn’t have

blood drizzling from it.

“Fuck,” he huffs in tortured exclamation, his will breaking under my touch. “It’s Stackham. The